All Chapters of Fangs Across Eternity : Chapter 41
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You are late for the fight
The road to BlackRock had always been rough, but now it looked like something had clawed at the earth itself. Burnt patches, broken wagons left behind, bones half-buried in the dirt. A squad of six holy warriors rode through it in silence, their armor catching the late sun.At the front was Captain Roland, broad-shouldered, scar cutting across his jaw. He didn’t speak much, but the others looked at him before making a move.“They said the whole city was drowned in darkness.”“Some say no one survived.”“Then why are we even—”“Quiet,” Roland said without turning his head.The line fell silent again, horses’ hooves crunching over cracked stone.By the time the city’s walls came into sight, the squad slowed. They expected smoke, screams, maybe the stench of rot. Instead, what they saw left them stunned.The gates were standing, People moved around them, carrying tools, stacking broken wood into piles, even laughing in short bursts. Children ran across the street chasing each other, the
Faith Business
The Evernight Church sent Roland and his squad back to BlackRock City, accompanied by a group of missionaries cloaked in pristine white robes.After a grueling month of travel through muddy trails and howling winds, they finally reached BlackRock City’s gates again.In the district square, two missionaries stood tall, their voices cutting through the morning chill. “We bring the Church’s blessings,” one said, her voice sweet as honey. “Food, shelter, and the comfort of prayer await you.”A burly man shoved a crusty loaf into a woman’s hands, his voice loud enough to carry to the priests. “Thanks, but we’ve got folks handling that already.” He jerked his head toward carpenters hauling timber, their hammers ringing against nails. “We don’t need sermons to rebuild.” The crowd roared with laughter, their breath fogging in the cold air.Maria leaned against the chipped stone fountain, her arms crossed. “They think bread buys belief?” she muttered, “After what these people survived, they wo
The gods are eternal? so am I
The chapel at the northern gate stood as the missionaries’ stronghold. Its whitewashed walls gleamed under torchlight, a stark contrast to BlackRock’s weathered stone. Every evening, the missionaries gathered there, their prayers drifting into the night.Adrian ignored them as best he could. By day, he trained. By night, he patrolled the city.One evening, Maria burst into the cottage, her breath ragged. “Adrian, you need to see this.”She led Adrian, Bella, Nancy, and Elias through the city’s winding streets, past the bustling merchant quarter, to a crumbling wine cellar. Its heavy door hung ajar, lantern light spilling from within. Inside, two white robbed figures hunched over a table strewn with parchment.Maria pressed a finger to her lips, motioning the group closer.The cloaked men’s voices were low but urgent. “…The elders say we stay two more weeks.”“Who’d have thought the plan would fail? Alucard and his so-called messiah were useless,” one muttered, his tone bitter.The oth
BlackRock City in danger
The sun hung low over the rolling hills as the Holy Squad gathered in a dusty clearing. A young woman, her armor gleaming faintly, stepped forward, her voice trembling. “Captain, are we really invading BlackRock City?” Roland, already swinging onto his horse, shot her a sharp look. “Do you want to defy the elders and face the goddess’s wrath?” “No, but…” She hesitated, twisting a strand of hair. “Those people haven’t done anything wrong. Adrian and his friends saved the city.” “Enough questions,” Roland snapped, spurring his horse forward. “Move.” The woman sighed, her shoulders slumping. She climbed onto her horse, drew a circle in the air with her finger, and whispered a soft chant. A small, shimmering bird burst from the circle, its wings glinting like starlight. She murmured to it, her words too quiet to hear, and it soared into the sky, vanishing over the horizon. With a heavy heart, she urged her horse forward, following Roland and the thousand-strong army marching toward Bl
Is that my golden finger?
Under the cover of night, Adrian and Bella crept toward the Church at the North Gate. Shadows clung to the stone walls as they moved silently, their steps muffled by the soft earth. Inside, the missionaries froze when they learned why Adrian and Bella were there. Fear flashed in their eyes. The holy squad, a small group tasked with protecting the missionaries, barely had time to react. The fight was over in less than two minutes. Adrian’s swift strikes and Bella’s earth-shaping magic overwhelmed the squad’s defenses. Adrian and Bella didn’t give the missionaries a chance to pray or chant their rituals. They moved like a storm, binding 15 missionaries and 5 holy squad members with thick ropes before leading them back to the cottage. At the cottage, one missionary, his face red with anger, spat, “This is blasphemy against the Goddess!” Another added, “If you don’t want us here, just chase us out. No need to tie us up like animals!” Adrian ignored them, but Maria spun around,
System Activated
“I could’ve devoured it completely,” the Twelve-Tail Wolf rumbled, its glowing eyes narrowing at the golden orb. “But it apologized, said its purpose was to help you grow. So I spared it.” Adrian poked the floating orb, watching it shimmer faintly. “Is it still working?” “It should,” the wolf said, its voice like distant thunder. “I rebuilt it from its essence to serve you better.” Adrian frowned, his fingers twitching. “Why are you helping me? Ever since I got to this world, you’ve been there from day one.” The wolf’s tails flicked, casting shadows across the starry void. “If you die, it’s a stain on me.” Its voice echoed as the world dissolved. Adrian jolted awake, blinking at the sunlight streaming through his window. The sun was already high, painting his room in warm gold. Before he could stand, a blue, translucent panel flickered to life in front of him. *[System loading… Gaming system]* *[Error… Error… Error]* *[System Rebooting…]* “Great, he broke you,” Ad
All for one
Nancy and Adrian moved from district to district, their boots crunching against cobbled streets. The bells of the western district still tolled when Adrian climbed onto the fountain’s edge. His cloak whipped in the wind, and the murmuring crowd fell quiet. “You all saw the so-called vampire god fall,” he said, voice steady but carrying. “And you saw who stood against him.” A fishmonger in the front called back, “Aye—we saw you cleave the beast in two!” His words perhaps exaggerated but still loosened a ripple of cheers. Adrian continued. “We don’t come to boast. We came to warn, we received information that the church will come in a month's time to destroy BlackRock city of Black Rock because we do not believe in their god" Others jeered, tossing scraps of parchment missionary tracts into the mud. Nancy stepped forward, “Even I won’t force you to worship the God that I believe in. Where gods fail,” she said, “we don’t. You do not need faith in heaven, you need faith in eac
The war
A month later… The Holy Squad finally reached the edge of BlackRock City. The march had been long, their boots grinding across leagues of dust, mud, and stone. The banners of the Church hung limp against the autumn wind, their golden emblems dulled by rain and travel. The squad had not spoken much on the final day. Too much had been said already. Too much waited at the walls ahead. Captain Roland slowed his horse, raised a hand. The squad members shifted their grips on lances, shields, and staves. At the rear of the formation, a young woman lowered her gaze. Her gloves clenched the reins too tightly. A magic colored bird perched on her shoulder tilted its head. Inside the city, Adrian stood on the battlements, behind him stretched the mass of BlackRock’s defenders. Maria stood close by, her arms folded, Bella knelt on the stones, Nancy rested one hand on her blade, the other extended outward. Her second blade hovered by her shoulder, faintly glowing, balanced in the a
Core Character: Alan
The air in BlackRock City crackled with jubilant relief. Though everyone knew the victory was temporary, that the Evernight Moon Goddess Church would inevitably return with greater force, but for now, they celebrated. They had held the line.A grand party spilled through the halls of the central mansion, filled with the very townspeople they had fought to protect. The defenders, now awakened to their own beast-like powers, were the center of attention, eagerly recounting their heroic stands and dazzling new abilities. A wave of awe followed the mention of Adrian, who had so easily granted them such strength. Whispers spread through the crowd, some townsfolk even beginning to wonder if he was a god walking among them in mortal guise.Nancy and Maria mingled gracefully, while Elias and Bella found their own fun, the latter enjoying a strong drink and light conversation. Everyone was eager to offer their thanks and admiration, and a common question lingered on their lips: "Where is Adria
Bond Established
An indescribably terrifying aura had descended upon him, thick and heavy as molten lead. It was ancient, predatory, and vast beyond comprehension. His heart convulsed, a frantic bird beating against the cage of his ribs. The air refused to enter his lungs. He was drowning on dry land. A wave of agony washed over him as his bones groaned and realigned. Coarse, dark fur sprouted from his skin, his nails lengthened into sharp claws, and his senses exploded into a kaleidoscope of overwhelming input, the coppery tang of blood in the air, the scent of fear (his own), the minute vibrations in the cobblestones. For three terrifying heartbeats, he was a monster, a hulking werewolf. Just as suddenly, the form receded, snapping back into his human frame like a released rubber band. He collapsed to his knees, his ordinary robes damp with rain and sweat, his body trembling uncontrollably. “Oh no,” he was terrified, his voice a ragged sob. “What have I become? Have I turned into a monster?”